The Bashfull-Maidens
No, no, no, turn'd to I, I, I.
OR,
The Down-right Wooing of Tom . and Doll .
To a New Tune much in Fashion, Or, the Soldiers Departure.
Licensed according to Order.
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W Hen the Kine had given a Pail full,
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and the Sheep came bleating home,
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Doll who knew it would be healthfull,
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went a walking with young Tom .
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Hand in hand, sir, o'er the Land, sir,
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as they walked too and fro,
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Tom . made Jolly Love to Dolly ,
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but was answer'd, No, no, no,
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no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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Faith says Tom. the time is fitting,
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we shall never get the like;
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You can never get from Knitting,
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whilst I'm Digging in the Dike:
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Now we're gone too, and alone too
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no one by to see, or know,
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Come, come, Dolly prithee shall I?
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still she answer'd, No, no, no,
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no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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Fye upon you Men, quoth Dolly ,
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in what snares you'd make us fall,
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You'll get nothing but the folly,
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but I shall get the Devil and all;
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Tom. with sobbs, and some dry bobbs
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cry'd you're a fool to argue so;
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Come, come, Dolly , shall I, shall I?
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still she answer'd, No, no, no,
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no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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To the Tavern then he took her,
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Wine to Love's a friend confest,
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By the hand he often took her
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and drank brimmers of the best;
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Doll grew warm, and thought no harm,
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till after a brisk Pint or two;
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To what he said, the silly Maid
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could hardly bring out, No, no, no,
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no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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She swore he was the pritiest fellow
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in the Countrey or the Town,
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And began to grow so mellow,
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on the Couch he laid her Down;
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Tom. came to her, for to wooe her,
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thinking this the time to try,
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Something past so kind at last,
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her No was chang'd to, I, I, I,
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I, I, I, I, I, I, I.
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Closely then they joyn'd their Faces,
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Lovers you know what I mean,
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Nor could she hinder his embraces,
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love was now too far got in;
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Both now lying, panting, dying,
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calms succeed the stormy Joy,
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Tom would fain renew't again,
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and she consents with, I, I, I,
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I, I, I, I, I, I, I.
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Tom you did me over-power
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in this pleasant shady Grove,
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But it was the sweetest hour
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as I e'er enjoy'd of Love;
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Therefore ever, my endeavour,
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shall be Tommy to enjoy,
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Do but crave it, you shall have it
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granted with a I, I, I,
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I, I, I, I, I, I, I.
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